Tuesday, September 22, 2020

as people toast memories over drinks by J.J. Campbell

it’s the realization that 
you’re not going to be 
missed when you die

that your obituary will 
never be published

there will be no funeral

no drunken brawl in 
some bar as people 
toast memories over
drinks

no wife to become
a widow

no children happy that 
the old fucker is finally 
gone

the shotgun still rests 
in the corner

it gets more inviting
with each passing 
day




J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Red Eft Review, The Beatnik Cowboy, Synchronized Chaos, Horror Sleaze Trash and Cajun Mutt Press. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)





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